She talked for over an hour.
About her grandma. About college. About Lydia and the hotel.
About Gideon that bastard. I didn't hate him...hate was too gentle for what I was feeling. It burned that he had once touched her, kissed her and did God know what I can't think that far...it doesn't matter if it was a lifetime ago, knowing what he did to her his name alone makes my stomach twist like bad take out.
But on the bright side, if I ignore the jealousy I'm feeling I'd thank the guy for messing up enough to send Wren directly to me.
Wren talked about everything she could think of.
And the whole time, I just listened.
Not because I didn’t want to speak. I did. I wanted to tell her what I felt. That everything she said made sense now
every hesitation, every awkward moment, every time s
